Then vs. Now: Working Momma

I came across a picture of myself {a frightening picture of myself} that was taken the day before I delivered Jackson. A local photographer asked if he could come to my office and take pictures of me at work. {I had waddled through a client's photo shoot with him the week before} Philip was submitting photos for a story about pregnant women in the workplace. The topic was how it is no longer uncommon for women to be found in the workplace up to their delivery day.

This was true for me. The day that I had Jackson I sat through an entire lunch meeting with a new client. Contracting every 4 minutes the.entire.time. I apologized for grunting a few times and explained that I was in labor. I had just come from my doctor's office and was 6cm dilated, 100% effaced with a bulging bag of water. I don't know what's worse - the fact that they weren't really impressed by that information or that I came to work and didn't go home and prepare for baby?!?

Anyway, I digress. The point of all of this was looking back on what my office looked like before Jackson. My white office was really bare. I had two pictures, one of Jackson's ultrasound and one from my wedding. That was it. Pens, pencils, and a notebook.


And today, you have to move the pictures of Jackson to even find a pen. My bulletin board is now a collage of pictures. My notebook sits on top of my Mom Agenda and my breast pump stays plugged in 24/7.


No matter where I look I'm reminded why I'm sitting at this desk. I work to help provide a lifestyle for Jackson. Do I wish that I was home with him? Of course! But I can't spend my days thinking about that. Instead, I think about all that I can afford for him because I'm here. At work. For him. For us.